Champagne Toast

How about a round of applause for all the poets who made it,

I been writing poetry since middle school and yet I haven't got my praise yet.

Already I can smell the sweet bubbly golden pink champagne once I finally get my toast,

Wishful thinking for a master like Maya Angelou, who would of made one hell of a perfect host.

Hand me my glass of pink champagne now, while I am still alive,

I can switch up my flavor and "Edgar Allan Poe" it to my Gothic jive.

Its my long natural Black hair and the sarcasm in my speech,

that suffocates your mind and allows me to become your inner leech.

I stand about five foot and two inches, Yes I stand TALL with a Stride,

I will bust out my Rainbow shirt and Michelle Tea it with extra Pride.

For years I contested with lame depression and it couldn't keep me down,

I became a teacher for children, their happiness is what kept me aroun'.

I cant wait until we toast it up with that pink bubbly champagne,

you can tell by my meaningful tone, that this is not a game.

- Dominique Gray